Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1129- Two reports
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3815: Finding Reinforcements
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 24: Version a.02 Update! Death Penalty!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 595: Uncle and Nephew (7)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
It shouldn’t have been possible for Roel and the knights to witness the arrival of dawn.
Tark Stronghold was a humongous fortress located between two steep mountains. Its sheer scale was reminiscent of a man-made mountain, comparable to the massive dams in Roel’s previous world.
Given their proximity to Tark Stronghold, Roel and the knights should have been cloaked in the shadows of the towering fortress. The rays of dawn might dye its edges golden, but it shouldn’t have directly appeared in their line of sight.
Yet, the impossible was happening here.
Roel and the knights were utterly confused and horrified as they witnessed a sight they were unlikely to forget for life.
Tark Stronghold had vanished.
It was neither breached nor destroyed. It had literally vanished in the most direct sense of the word.
What Roel and the knights were witnessing was an empty space between the two steep mountains. The massive fortress that had stood tall in the eastern border for centuries was nowhere to be seen, granting free passageway through Tark Prairie.
Roel’s mind fuzzed out from shock. All that was left in his incapacitated mind was a name.
Shrouding Mist.
That was the name of the enigmatic fog Roel had fought against last night, and he was only starting to understand the significance of it. There were hardly any records about the Shrouding Mist. There were only vague mentions about the Calamity silently erasing everything from existence.
Roel previously thought that the destruction it brought about would have been similar to that of Sire Darkness, Glacier Creator, or Tempest Caller, but his assumptions couldn’t be more wrong. It was only now that he finally understood why there were barely any records on this terrifying Calamity.
It was because the Calamity had silently devoured everything.
It was as if the Tark Stronghold had been dragged into a hidden dimensional pocket, thus erasing it from the surface of the world. It didn’t vanish because the fortress had been breached. To be more exact, the soldiers in the fortress didn’t even
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